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Stirred
I'm Eden MacLaird, and Fate screwed me good at the age of twenty-one, stole my first love, then my first child. Twenty years later, I still haven't found my happily-ever-after. Sure, from the outside, I have it all, including Declan, my gorgeous, rich-as-sin husband. But things aren't what they seem, and catching Declan in bed with my best friend destroys any dreams I harbor for love, much less sexual fulfillment. Then in walks Sean Bennett... Just months away from earning his post-graduate law degree, Sean's smart, driven, and serious, but an unexpected encounter between us in a bar one night changes everything. His best friend, Trinitee, warns against getting too involved, but the heat bet...
Solo into the Rising Sun
When we think about World War II bombers, we picture formations of scores of bombers, escorted and protected by fighters, flying into enemy territory and bombing the hell out of the enemy. In Europe and usually the Pacific, this was the standard approach, but some bomber squadrons flew a different kind of mission. This was the case for VPB-117 – the Blue Raiders – unique not only because its B-24 Liberators flew for the U.S. Navy and not the Army, but also because most of the Raiders’ missions entailed bombers venturing out over the Pacific, alone, to seek and destroy on long-range missions of a thousand miles out and a thousand back, often at altitudes close enough for sea spray to cloud their windows. This is their story.
The Black Spot
...In 1924 a ship arrived in New York harbor from Europe with four hundred immigrants including Bruce Dawson and his wife, Vivien. Coming from Scotland, they became residents in Idaho Falls and looked for a farm. Bruce found a farmhouse was old like his father ugly build of the usual somber corniest stone. On the other way was a cottage, barn utility with two hundred farm land. The couple decided to buy the house with the land and leased the cottage for a hired hand. It had a mellow with reminded his own in Scotland around the porch arent a wild roses entwined with clusters of honeysuckle. There was a little garden in front of the house, and the wife tended it carefully and grew herb. Vivien said, I smelled thyme and lavender, and for a moment she stood by the front gate and savored the mingling scent of the herb garden. I wrinkled my nose with distaste as I made my way through the mud and the back door. It was certainly an impressive mansion from the outside...
Fifty Words for Snow
Snow. In Japan it is Yuki-onna -- 'a goddess'. In Icelandic, Hundslappadrifa -- 'flakes as big as a dog's paw'. In Hawai'ian, snow is hau - 'mother of pearl', but also 'love'. Every language and culture has its own words for the feathery, jewel-like flakes that fall from the sky. From Iceland to Greenland, mountain top to frozen forest, school yard to park, snow is welcomed, feared, played with and prized. In this lyrical, evocative and beautiful book, Arctic traveller and award-winning writer Nancy Campbell digs deep into the meanings, etymologies and histories of fifty words for snow from across the globe. Held under her magnifying glass, each of these linguistic snow crystals offers a whole world of myth, culture and story.
The Eastern Reporter
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Dimensions of the Fantastic
Not to be confused with fantasy or the supernatural, the fantastic is in actuality its own beast and perhaps the most deeply frightening of all narrative modes. From Dracula and Nightmare on Elm Street, to Carrie and Them, the fantastic has become an ideal vehicle to denounce deep cultural dysfunctions that affect not only the way we understand reality, but also how we construct it. This work studies the various dimensions of the fantastic mode, examining the influences of iconic authors such as H.P. Lovecraft and Jean Ray, and addressing key narrations such as Guy de Maupasasant's The Horla and Jordan Peele's Get Out. It explains why the fantastic is not about ghosts or monsters, but about the incomprehensible sides of our own reality, and the terrifying unknown.
Accounts and Papers
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